You walk like a délicate flower
Straight out of a palace
Created by your inner power
You are focusing on his palace
Ignoring your beauty
And renying life
By thinking it’s your duty
To be the slave of any man’s life
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Author:
Cerise (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
We are the wish to be wished upon. No slave unless it's what you want.
No one's born to be a slave in someone else's life. Thank you for saying it.
People pleasing can cause one trouble and I hear it in this poem
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